After that, the road down the mountain became more difficult. He said that he no longer remembered who he thought of at those times, and he didn't even think of his relatives or lovers. This was true. At that time, I believed that he must only want to drink water instinctively, which is the hope of surviving.
Finally, he had an inner monologue: very persistent, very clear (I actually don’t feel it anymore)...very ruthless and unsympathetic...I always feel lonely and abandoned. I am not crawling just to survive. It is hope. So when he walked out of the glacier and climbed to the hard rock camp that he had lost consciousness, he still called Simon, I'm not surprised, that was actually the only hope he cared about.
Fortunately, Simon was always there. From this aspect, in fact, it can be seen that everything is arranged in the dark, and the outside world does not need to be responsible for Simon.
So another warm shot appeared, and the moment the two embraced deeply when they reached the peak reappeared again. I just longed for such a hug, he said.
Looking back on the night of my National Day at the Yama Pass of the Gongga Snow Mountain in Western Sichuan, I was really weak. I didn't talk about dizziness and vomiting all night, but the person who thought of the most was the person furthest away from me. Maybe I was too immature and not profound. Contrast Joe, shouldn't he give up too much emotional hesitation and be brave enough to be himself?
I seem to understand that a lot of hope is not because I have not been able to see it, but because I am blinded by the fog, I don't want to go out. At least, it seems that sometimes it is very persistent and sober is not necessarily a good thing.
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